What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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Superman put the demon's head directly into a wooden box. The demon's head did not refuse; on the contrary, it felt somewhat safe. Superman sent it, along with the box, directly to the North Pole.

Lonely Fortress.

The round trip didn't take Clark much time at the moment, and he also brought back Louise, who was placed in the Lonely Fortress. Along the way, he was bombarded with complaints from Louise.

The old father was naturally depressed.

When the elderly father returned to his new home, he saw Jordan still peering out the window.

"Get out to work!" Superman grabbed Jordan by the collar and strode towards the door. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Louise, who had put down her luggage, speak with dissatisfaction.

"What did Ian mean when he said you wouldn't let him buy me the Big House because you were jealous?" After regaining a cell phone signal, Louise held her phone and saw the delayed text message she had just received.

"Meow meow meow~"

An orange cat emerged from the handbag at her feet and was affectionately rubbing against Louise's ankle, who was carrying a can of premium food. It mimicked the meow of a dead cat and was happily picked up by Louise.

"speak."

Louise is holding up her phone.

Clark was shown Ian's 5,000-word essay, written in a very Weibo-like style. It's quite reasonable that the owner of this studious child is also a tattletale; Superman felt that today was the hardest day of his life.

“You know Ian sometimes likes to exaggerate… Our little home is quite cozy, and we should set a good example and not condone Ian’s extravagant spending.”

Clark's super brain was used in similar scenarios.

He came up with a quick idea.

They provided a solution that demonstrated the wisdom of the logging community.

Makes sense.

However, women often don't like to reason.

"Is that so?"

Louise raised an eyebrow and swiped her finger across the phone screen: "But he said he earned his money from Bruce through his own hard work, by getting eighty dollars for every time he got hit in the face."

Mom looked up at Clark.

"I think maybe he just wants to show us respect?"

Women's thinking is naturally more emotional, and the thought of Ian working illegally for Bruce to earn money to buy her a big house filled her with immense warmth.

of course.

There's also the reason why Louise would never want to live in a big house.

Every woman dreams of living in a big house.

"..."

Clark couldn't find a reason to refute Louise's statement for a moment, after all, Ian didn't seem to be wrong—Ian's little essay for Louise was indeed that terrifying.

Short essays, some true and some false.

It's truly irresistible.

"Actually, we also like Big House."

After Jordan was exposed, he worked with Jonathan on lumber. He seized the opportunity to express his demands to Clark, and also dragged Jonathan, who didn't really care, into it.

"You can earn money through legal means to buy what you want." Clark's earnest advice did not give the second brother a profound understanding.

"It's making money, it's making money."

My second brother has already found his own way to make money.

However, Clark saw right through his thoughts.

"Jordan, I've already warned you, registering with those not-so-active superheroes and then selling them so-called Kryptonian health products is not a legitimate business."

Clark was extremely frustrated and tried in a low voice to steer Jordan back to the right path—however, he discovered that Jordan's mind was starting to lean towards selling Kryptonian offspring to private hospitals again.

"..."

The elderly father was completely dumbfounded.

It is clear that they have encountered the most difficult Kryptonian crisis in history.

"Those aren't ordinary health supplements."

“I did add some of my blood to it, so how can it not be considered a genuine Kryptonian health supplement? Even if I don’t sell it, Ian will eventually drag me to his health supplement processing plant.”

Jordan, unaware that his thoughts had been read so clearly, responded confidently, clearly showing that he, like Louise, enjoyed peeking into Ian's notebook.

However, Louise prefers to read Ian's diary, and after awakening his super brain, he realizes that he can sneak a peek at Ian's "business plan" when Ian goes out.

of course.

Jordan's description of Ian's grand plan here is actually a bit exaggerated. The "business plan" clearly states that he was tricked into working as a tester at a silicone molding factory.

"........."

The old father's silence was always so resounding.

Fortunately, only he could hear Jordan's inner thoughts.

Louise, however, was more concerned about her accommodations for the night. While petting the cat that had popped out of her handbag, she looked at the unfinished wooden bed.

"I think the backrest should be ergonomically designed so that we can lean against it when we read or study at night," Louise said to Jonathan, who was working.

"no problem."

The older brother immediately agreed.

“You seem quite skilled.” Louise sat on the half-finished sofa, gently stroking the orange cat in her arms, but her eyes were fixed on the headboard that Jonathan was carving.

She watched as her son, clad in that mysterious armor, frantically carved wood with a chisel. Amidst the flying sawdust, a distorted human figure gradually took shape—a bizarre image resembling a belly dancer, its limbs twisted at impossible angles, its expression a half-smile.

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Louise's hand, which was petting the cat, suddenly stopped.

“Darling,” she said, trying to remain calm, her voice tinged with unease, “I don’t think this is ergonomically designed. Did you sculpt a dancing person on it?”

To be honest, Louise didn't even dare to imagine what kind of nightmare it would be like to lie in the arms of an Indian man while she was sleeping in this bed at night, with her back against the headboard.

"Hahaha~"

Jordan laughed until his stomach hurt.

Wearing armor, Jonathan scratched his head sheepishly. He looked at the tools in his hands. "Well, I didn't actually want to carve it like this. It just happened by some strange twist of fate."

His carving knife began to move again, attempting to correct the distorted human figure. However, after his "refinement," the image on the backrest gradually transformed from a distorted figure into an even more distorted one.

The "person" now appears to be performing some kind of cult ritual.

"So, the price of wearing this armor is that your aesthetic sense will be affected?" Louise took out a bottle of red wine from her handbag.

She was trying hard to accept and understand what was happening. Her mother had also heard about Jonathan's situation, and while she was shocked, she was also happy for him.

After all, she was always most worried that Jonathan, who had no abilities, would develop some psychological problems because of his ordinary identity, so even now she was trying her best to consider Jonathan's feelings.

"I do not know either."

Jonathan answered honestly, but his hands didn't stop moving. Wood chips continued to fly, and the carving on the backrest had now turned into an indescribable mass of lines.

You can vaguely make out three human figures entangled together.

Louise's expressions became increasingly fascinating.

He guzzled red wine down his throat.

"I'll do it."

Clark finally couldn't stand it any longer, his eyes glowing red. His thermal vision precisely swept across the backrest, smoothing out the eerie carvings and reshaping them into smooth, ergonomic curves.

"Actually, you don't need to be so meticulous. In fact, Mom and Dad, have you ever thought that if you don't let Ian buy the big house, he might find a chance to blow up the house?"

Jordan is no longer the laughing Jordan.

Instead, he sat down on the unfinished wooden sofa and muttered to himself. As Ian's second brother, who had been closest to him since childhood, Jordan knew Ian's ways of doing things far better than the rest of the family.

"..."

Clark's eyes paused for a moment, and Louise's wine glass stopped at her lips, just as everyone seemed to have been reminded by Jordan.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

The pace was steady, neither too fast nor too slow.

This slightly dispelled the eerie atmosphere in the room.

"I'll go open the door." Louise looked back several times as she went. No one knows a child better than their mother. She felt that Jordan's words made sense, so she wanted to take a good look at her new home.

My mom started to develop a sixth sense.

Having already decided on this new home, she might not even live there for more than a few days—perhaps this is the superpower every woman possesses; Louise's intuition is remarkably accurate.

I saw.

Louise opened the creaking wooden door, and stood a middle-aged man in a suit and tie. He had his hair neatly combed back and wore a kind, benevolent smile.

She was also holding a nice briefcase.

"Who am I looking for?"

Louise asked in surprise, not recalling seeing the man among her neighbors, and in this sinful time most people wouldn't visit strangers.

"Is this Mr. Ian Kent's temporary shelter?"

The man flashed an even more approachable smile, his attitude bordering on obsequious. "I am Phil Dunfield, a top real estate agent at Modern Properties."

Hear the words.

Louise's eyelids twitched.

Phil had already taken out a gold-embossed business card from his briefcase and handed it over with both hands: "I have found a suitable property for Mr. Ian Kent that perfectly meets his requirements."

talking.

Phil also pulled out an exquisite photo album.